What brought you here? How long have you had this kink? Have you always, or did you have an experience?

[BareBones]

Probably since college, pre cell phone camera days. We used to strip at our parties and do naked beer slides. The room would be lined with girls. I didn't seek it out but sometimes things just happen

[Onetoomornings]

For some reason these experiences just seemed to constantly happen to me when I was younger lol, even apart from the many times I was just messed with… but the main reason I think I ended up with this interest is my brother and some bullies at school… my brother is several years older than me and as I got older it became increasingly apparent how ridiculously small and funny my genitals were lol… there was a several year period in which he would just constantly pants me, mostly around our home/extended families’ homes but also in public on a few occasions. Most of these times my little
“Tic tac” were exposed rather than just my tighty whites, because he most often did this in the summer when I was wearing a bathing suit lol… and then I had a semester long experience in the locker room, which I’ll share at some point… but in short I was just frequently stripped and pantsed and made fun of for having a “tic tac” lol… it sucked and I did not get a kick out of it… but it was so intense and public that I started getting a fascination with enm soon after though I didn’t really “understand” it at the time

[IdentityUnknown]

I’m genuinely unsure of where my interest in CFNM/ENM truly started. I do remember seeing quite a few cartoons growing up that played ENM and CFNM for laughs, and I remember finding those scenes more ‘exciting’ than funny. I also have some memories of playing “Doctor” and enjoying being seen as much or more than my turn being the “Doctor”.

I also don’t know if my sister’s repeated attempts to pants me in the pool led to me having this interest, but I am sure that me having this interest led to me eventually letting her succeed at it. Maybe it was all cumulatively building my enjoyment of ENM/CFNM, or maybe those things just made me aware of something that had always been there.

[Dario_me]

I remember that around the age of 8, I started feeling embarrassed about being seen naked by girls; for a while, I thought just like you do—being seen was a definite no.
Soon after, I started to change my mind following several incidents (I don’t remember exactly in what order they happened).
One was at the beach. I was at the beach with my family and another family—friends of my parents—who had a daughter a year older than me. At the end of the day, to shake the sand off her swimsuit, she took it off completely in front of everyone, including me.
She had her back turned to me, but I was still fascinated by the fact that she wasn’t shy. That’s when I began to realize that for many people—even those my age or older—being seen naked wasn’t a problem.
Another incident happened at a birthday party with my classmates: since the bathroom was occupied, a boy peed in a flowerpot in the garden; when the others noticed, they started laughing, and in response, he turned around and showed his willy to the whole class. Instead of laughing, I remember being utterly scandalized.
I also felt a certain competitiveness toward the girls; I remember thinking, “Let’s hope a girl shows hers too, so we’re even!” Of course, that didn’t happen.

In the years that followed, there were other incidents where the girls in our class saw one of us boys’ penises—partly because the boys’ bathroom opened onto the hallway and the door was always open. So I began to get used to the fact that, unlike at the beach where I’d also seen naked girls, here only the boys were seen.
I remember that once during recess, I saw two of my female classmates laughing near the entrance to the boys’ bathroom. I walked over and asked them why they were laughing; they pointed to the bathroom and said, “A boy was showing us his willy!” On the one hand, I felt a bit shocked, but on the other, I literally thought, “I could do that too, after all.”
Like you said, in those situations I, too, felt as if a boundary had been crossed (“They even saw his willy!”), so when I found myself in those situations, it was like a magical, out-of-the-ordinary moment—my mind was floating on cloud nine.
After these incidents, I started to be braver about undressing in front of girls.
On the one hand, I thought it was something that wasn't supposed to happen; on the other hand, I found it thrilling. That's why it left a stronger impression on me than on other people: I kept switching back and forth between feeling jealous and competitive with the girls and feeling amused because the girls had seen you naked.

[pleural]

I was always very modest when I was young. I remember being extremely embarrassed and upset whenever someone would see me in an exposed state.

My earliest memory of this feeling was the time my uncle came to visit, and I walked out of my room wearing nothing but panties right in front of him. I ran to my room crying because I was so embarrassed.

I also remember the time that my friend and I had peeked through a back door to the girls locker room and got caught by a male teacher. We were both undressed. My friend was completely naked. I couldn't believe an adult man had seen my friend's naked body. She was developing breasts already, and he saw them.

After that though, that embarrassed feeling had flipped to something like excitement. That same friend had a sleepover one time, and I and a few other girls had dared each other to get naked. I remember feeling a bit like I couldn't breathe, I was so excited by it.

[justcantgetitup]

I was drawn into this world when I was about 5 years old. Before I started primary school I had to go with my parents to a meeting in the headmasters office with him and the school nurse. I was told to strip completely naked and be fully medically examined by the nurse in front of the head and my parents. I felt extremely embarrassed to be the only one naked with fully clothed adults.

After that day, however, the process of stripping off my last four garments started to play on my mind at bedtimes: Unbuttoning my shirt and putting on a chair. Unzipping my shorts and letting them fall to the floor, stepping out of them then lifting off my vest (undershirt). Then after a brief hesitation putting my thumbs into the waistband of my underpants, squatting slightly to pull them down below my knees then standing up straight and stepping forward completely naked. Once in bed, I felt compelled to unbutton my pyjama shirt to expose my bare chest, pull my pyjama trousers down to my thighs and dry hump the bed (or later a pillow) not knowing either what was going on or why I was enjoying it. I only got out of the habit when I made a mess of the pillow one night when I was about 12. I confided what had happened to my best friend, who was more wordly wise than me and he came round after school and taught me how to masturbate using my hands.

My teenage sexual fantasies followed the theme of "2 up 2 down" stripping. I imagined the "Women's Summer Soccer League" where players stripped off shirt, shorts, bra and panties in that order when they conceded a goal. The losing team had to parade naked in front of the crowd. In the event of a draw both teams stripped below the waist to do "show bum nudity". The losers also forfeited an item of clothing for the next game. After losing a few matches, a team could find themselves starting a game naked from the knees upwards.

The fantasy was fuelled by reading a short story called "The Acid Test" where a woman was forced to strip herself naked. Blouse. Skirt. Bra. Panties. The same top-bottom-top-bottom pattern I'd followed 10 years before in the headmasters office. By the time I reached the bit where the woman stood up naked and was told to put her hands on her head and turn around I had a massive boner.

That same pattern continued through various imagined striptease games until I was 26 and had been asked to video a relatives wedding with a hired camera, when the night before a wedding I did a complete strip dance in front of it to Axel F M and M version and got topless before stripping off my jeans.

It's left me loving the ENF stories, especially where the woman has to take her clothes off in front of an audience. I'm less into ENM unless it's a fun situation and I could imagine myself getting naked in public.

[justcantgetitup]

I was drawn into this world when I was about 5 years old. Before I started primary school I had to go with my parents to a meeting in the headmasters office with him and the school nurse. I was told to strip completely naked and be fully medically examined by the nurse in front of the head and my parents. I felt extremely embarrassed to be the only one naked with fully clothed adults.

After that day, however, the process of stripping off my last four garments started to play on my mind at bedtimes: Unbuttoning my shirt and putting it on a chair. Unzipping my shorts and letting them fall to the floor, stepping out of them then lifting off my vest (undershirt). Then after a brief hesitation putting my thumbs into the waistband of my underpants, squatting slightly to pull them down below my knees then standing up straight and stepping forward completely naked. Once in bed, I felt compelled to unbutton my pyjama shirt to expose my bare chest, pull my pyjama trousers down to my thighs and dry hump the bed (or later a pillow) not knowing either what was going on or why I was enjoying it. I only got out of the habit when I made a mess of the pillow one night when I was about 12. I confided what had happened to my best friend, who was more wordly wise than me and he came round after school and taught me how to masturbate using my hands.

My teenage sexual fantasies followed the theme of "2 up 2 down" stripping. I imagined the "Women's Summer Soccer League" where players removed and item of clothing when they conceded a goal (shirt for the first goal, shorts for the second, etc. The losing team had to parade naked in front of the crowd. In the event of a draw both teams stripped below the waist to do "show bum nudity". The losers also forfeited an item of clothing for the next game. After losing a few matches, a team could find themselves starting a game naked from the knees upwards.

The fantasy was fuelled by reading a short story called "The Acid Test" where a woman was forced to strip herself naked. Blouse. Skirt. Bra. Panties. The same top-bottom-top-bottom pattern I'd followed 10 years before in the headmasters office. By the time I reached the bit where the woman stood up naked and was told to put her hands on her head and turn around I had a massive boner.

That same pattern continued through various imagined striptease games until I was 26 and had been asked to video a relatives wedding with a hired camera, when the night before the wedding I did a complete strip dance in front of it to Axel F M and M version but got topless before stripping off my jeans.

It's left me loving the ENF stories, especially where the woman has to take her clothes off in front of an audience. I'm less into ENM unless it's a fun situation and I could imagine myself being the protagonist getting naked in public.